Chapter 91: To Another City?

The sound of bodies colliding, the creak of the bed, the muffled gasps and unrestrained cries—they had filled Freya's room for hours on end, a symphony of heat and friction that seemed to stretch endlessly. But eventually, the echoes faded, leaving only silence.

The giant screen behind Freya's desk, which shifted with the hours to display virtual scenery, had cycled through all four seasons in the span of their act together. At one point, a blazing desert sun painted the room gold. Later, snowstorms rolled across endless tundra, howling winds rattling against the glass as though trying to seep into their heated world. Fiery volcanoes erupted, lava painting the dark skies crimson, only to be replaced by serene ocean vistas. And now, as dawn broke, the window settled on a familiar sight—Voulton City's morning life.